The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Zhao Shi shook his head: "The power of faith and the gods are not the same thing, just like immortals and mortals are both human beings, but they are completely different."

Seeing that Sun Yue was still puzzled, he explained: "The power of faith is similar to incense. It is a kind of special energy produced by the concentration of a large number of intelligent beings in a certain spiritual sustenance, and combined with the aura of heaven and earth during the process of spreading. .

As long as the number of people increases, anything can generate the power of faith, and then it depends on whether this energy can be used and purified. It has nothing to do with the strength of the faith receptors, but only with the number of people and thoughts that worship it. "

Sun Yue stared wide-eyed, with circles like mosquito coils in his eyes: "But I still don't understand."

Zhao Shi was silent for a while, and changed his expression: "There are people in this world who worship me. The number is very large. In the words of Western gods, I may have more than a million shallow believers. Go and find out what happened. .”

"Huh?"

Sun Yue hurriedly operated her system panel and looked at Zhao Shi worriedly: "Will this do you any harm?"

Although she is a super novice in cultivating immortals, she can only practice step by step according to the exercise route Zhao Shi designed for her, and she will not take the initiative to expand and read the materials on cultivating immortals.

However, she still understood that immortal cultivators attached great importance to mana and the purity of the sea of ​​consciousness from the countless emphasis of Zhao Shi and others.

Pollution of other people's mana and sea of ​​consciousness is an enmity that obstructs the way, and it is difficult to wash away even if the water from all over the world is poured out.

"Yes, incense is poisonous."

Zhao Shi's expression was calm: "A small amount of power of faith is nothing to me, but if it is too much, it will pollute my magic power, pollute my sea of ​​consciousness, and forcibly transform my soul and body into what believers imagined. look."

The mana and soul of a high-level cultivator are also very solid and powerful things. The two powers that have also developed to a high level will inevitably break out in serious conflicts. In the end, it is very common for the cultivator to go crazy and even explode.

The so-called filthy air of the world and the poisonous incense that the ancient aboriginal cultivators feared are simple descriptions of this phenomenon.

Sun Yue's face turned serious, and he clicked on the report from his subordinates sent by his system panel: "The reason has been found out. In order to adapt to the customs of this world, the Ministry of the Interior used the propaganda during the land reform that this land is the land of the blood monarch, and then The Blood Sovereign distributes land to all without compensation.

This should be why you suddenly received a huge amount of worship. "

She looked apologetic: "It's not their fault. I also agree with this plan. I didn't expect such a problem with this method of publicity at the time. I ordered a change immediately."

With that said, she was about to issue an order to correct the propaganda.

It's just that propaganda is easy, and after the propaganda, it is definitely not something that can be done in a short time if you want to forcefully improve what the people already believe in.

"No."

Zhao Shi said suddenly, a strange look appeared on his face, he raised his index finger lightly, a blood net shrouded his body surface, and the violent blood sword intent permeated all directions.

Although the sword intent was extremely restrained, Sun Yue couldn't help but turn pale, feeling that his body was surrounded by a sea of ​​blood, and his eyes blurred.

She seemed to appear in a vast and boundless sea of ​​blood, with huge waves churning, and there were often waves of sword energy flying across the sky like tides, carrying the terrifying meaning that nothing could be killed and everything would die.

"Great and merciful blood monarch!"

"Your throne will be held high above the stars!"

A noise suddenly appeared in the sound of the pure and flawless sea of ​​blood churning. Farmers with blond hair, blue eyes, high nose bridges, and wearing rough linen blouses knelt down to the sky. There were a huge number of men and women.

Behind them is a vast land. A human with black hair and black eyes with a faint red light on his body is chanting a name from time to time, and assigning a piece of measured land to a certain family.

"That red devil from hell, my Kevin family will definitely take revenge, these evil and dirty things will return to their hell sooner or later.

"

"My Del family curses you, devil, the God of Light will definitely destroy you."

Amidst the voices of praise and gratitude, streaks of gray-black substances also charged towards them with venom. Compared with the golden light of faith, their number was very small, only about one-thousandth of the size.

Their colors are thicker, and they gather together to separate the surrounding golden light of faith and occupy a place.

But no matter whether it is the golden belief with gratitude and worship, or the gray-black resentment and curse, it doesn't make any difference to the immortal cultivators.

The golden and filthy air reached above the sea of ​​blood, and met the red sword air flying in the sky, quietly turning some red sword air into another red.

Yes, although they are all red, all creatures can clearly feel that they are completely different.

A kind of red, pure and flawless, with the will of the individual as the bone, and the mana as the flesh and blood, which can be used to slaughter the enemies of the world.

Another kind of red looks like a pure red, but if you look carefully, its sword body is changing every moment. Various red layers are layered and intertwined with each other, forming a killing sword together.

Although agreeing is killing, the first red color represents a unique in the universe, and it is impossible to find the thought of an individual who is exactly the same from soul to body in another place. It represents the killing, freedom, mobility, and balance of this individual.

The second type of red is a collection of tens of thousands of killing desires. It is crazy, it roars, it does not stop at all times, it wants to kill everything in front of it, everything in the way, without stopping.

Its desires are very mixed, there are many other things besides the killing that accounts for the most, there are desires for beauty, hatred for enemies, joy for lovers, love for children, everything, everything is extremely heterogeneous , which collectively stinks worse than the foulest mud pit.

"cut!"

An icy voice sounded, and the red sword energy was assimilated by the golden holy power, torn apart by the gray-black curse, and finally ushered in the roaring wrath of the sea of ​​blood.

In the red sea water, a flying sword with a solid handle rose up, tearing up the spoiled flying sword, and emptying the spilled black-gray curse.

The blood sea world was empty, but before it calmed down again, a large wave of gold mixed with black and gray wish power surged towards the blood sea world again, stronger than before.

The blood sea world roared, tearing up these vows again, blood waves churned, more red flying swords flew into the sky, and the red sword energy in the sky was like clouds and fog, clearing away all the alien forces that appeared.

However, in the distance, the golden light carrying the desires of countless people strikes again. People are immortal and faith is endless.

The blood light dissipated, Sun Yue returned to reality, and what he saw was Zhao Shi with a happy face.

There was a bright light in Zhao Shi's eyes: "Sun Yue, I have found a way to hone my sword intent all the time. If it lasts for a hundred years, I hope to kill the king of the same level with my sword intent."